Stop Time

A good idea attracts images like honey flies, they swarm around it, but the thing itself is intangible and evanescent. That's why philosophers seek a system, where they can attach their ideas, and return to them, and reveal their significance. Otherwise we spend all our time blundering into rooms that have been explored already infinite times, and long ago stripped of their treasures. Does a thought need to be new to be worth uttering? Aren't we all always referring to the same underlying realities of transcendence and mortality, imagination and reality, drops trembling on the edge of time? Is it a point, line, or plain (plane)? Our only (limited) option is to move horizontally or radially, perpendicular or at least aslant to the arc of time's arrow. Only mind stops time.